Oh, To Tell A Friend

Boy, boy, boy
Where have I gone with you?
Or, where haven’t I gone?

To those fall days?
Do you remember those fall days?
When the brisk wind would playfully blow all that we knew, away.
You seemed so distant then,
another figure for the collection,
another face for my poster plastered wall.
              But now you’re more,
          Much more.

I remember those days, when things were simpler.
And like the childhood that we were leaving
with our teddy bares, and our baby dolls.
It was easy
             and innocent.


I remember the days when you had no flaws

                                   I remember when I found them.

And it hurt.
It tore me to know that the one person that I
devoted so much, too much,
had let me down.

And I tried, tried to give you another chance, but then
they came flooding.
The blurred nights drenched in uncertain touch,
and the mornings of bitter “Sorry’s” and crisp goodbyes,
and you
letting me down one apologetic moment at a time.

I guess you were always this way.
Its sad to know that.
That through all your puzzled pieces and
all our toying games that will never cease to end,
You will always mean so much, too much,
of nothing.

Boy, boy, boy
Who are you to me? Or who are you not to me?
You are my everything and yet nothing but my
guilty disappointment.